My buddy Phyllis graciously volunteered to perform a post mortem on my sock. No, that is not my sock there, that's her sock. They were done on respectable #2 needles. The stitches were nice and tight too. What a metaphor for everything that is wrong with me...
After one look at my sock she proclaims, "er, perhaps you need to go down to a zero."
"As in no number?" Says I incredulously. I'm thinking, doesn't a zero mean that the needles are invisible?? Actually, I know better because I used to crochet lace when I was a teenager, you know when my eyes were good and my stitches tight...
Phyllis kindly suggested that my gauge was off which is why I have a sock for Big Foot.
Ok, ok yall, I know you want to see it for yourselves -
Phyllis also suggested that I might have discovered another use for it -
But I was way ahead of her, this is what I did with the other sock, the one I screwed up first -